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the sun is in her smile and the planes are constant so my adventure to you is just an impulse away, dear. my eyes don’t really twitch in the sunlight, but **** i swear you have me blind. i think i’m becoming fond of this lifestyle we set for ourselves, not the ones our parents told us at the age of three years ago. time is just racing and i don’t know whether or not we’ll win. but i believe in god; he has my mouth and your voice; he had my mothers brain and my dad’s stubbornness but this life isn’t perfect, but i want you to know that you make it.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
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the sun is in her smile and the planes are constant so my adventure to you is just an impulse away, dear. my eyes don’t really twitch in the sunlight, but **** i swear you have me blind. i think i’m becoming fond of this lifestyle we set for ourselves, not the ones our parents told us at the age of three years ago. time is just racing and i don’t know whether or not we’ll win. but i believe in god; he has my mouth and your voice; he had my mothers brain and my dad’s stubbornness but this life isn’t perfect, but i want you to know that you make it.
she's states away.
michael-capozzi
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
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